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In the winter when he was seventeen years old, Ji Han gave his scarf to Shen Dongzhi.
Just a scarf, he remembered it for seven years.
Shen Dongzhi is also waiting. Wait for him to speak, wait for him to turn around, wait for him to say the words hidden in his heart.
But none of them said anything.
Later he was in Beijing and he was in Hangzhou. Seven years of not seeing each other, seven years of missing each other.
On the day of the reunion, it was raining in Hangzhou. Ji Han stood at the door of the station and was soaked to the skin.
Shen Dongzhi ran over and looked at him, his eyes red.
"Why are you here?"
"Miss you."
They thought that this time they could finally be together.
But the gifts given by fate have expiration dates.
"Every winter from now on, we'll be together."
He said this sentence twice.
The first time was with the snowman, when they were eighteen.
The second time was in front of the hospital bed, when they were fifty years old.
On the day he left, it snowed heavily in Beijing.
Shen Dongzhi hung his scarf on the tombstone and watched it float for a long time.
"In the next life," he said, "I will say it first."
[The reason for changing the copy. The previous version of the copy no longer met my needs and the content was different, so I had to change it. I am really sorry to say sorry to everyone]
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